All right, I know it's my own fault for coming to work when I thought I might have the flu, but wauuugh. The only reason I haven't left yet is because I want to squeeze out one more hour. That and walking home is going to suck.

Yesterday was good, though. Getting together with old friends always is.

So, after reading sarisia's latest post, I just remembered I'm turning 21 next week.

And I have no plans beyond "finally get my license so I can drink legally".

What I'm trying to say is: Suggestions? And for those of you who know me IRL, can now be planning time?

I really hope I don't have class tomorrow. Way to keep me up late, you guys. (I kid, I kid. I love ya!)

Ate too many grapes. SUGAR RUSH!!!
Yes, I'm secure enough to admit there's nothing funnier than a spaz spazzing out. SUGAR.

In other news...

Pirates + friends = Is it Friday yet?
Friends + hanging out = Awesome.
Me + Summer classes starting on Monday = Panic attack.

I'm bored, so...meme.

1. Ask my RPG characters whatever you want.

( Teh List )

In addition? WHEE MY COMICS STORE IS SELLING RUNAWAYS AGAIN. I'm being attacked by Spider-Woman, Spider-Girl, and Estrid plotbunnies. (Shush, I conviently forgot my 1sentence Marco/Ax project.) Had an excellent weekend, though I'm now considering homicide. And I need to register for classes.

Real entry later.

ETA: And a new pup, goblinxbites. His twin's journal is coming soon. Nexus, LOL.

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It's a Happy Birthday gift from me to me. =)

In other news, the birthday party was a blast! Except for afterwards, when my body kept threatening to, uh, "Turn this damn car around!" if I ate another piece of sushi. Ooops. I don't care, though, because all that sushi was worth it!

Christina, you'll also be amused to know that I've already devoured most of your birthday chocolate. If it wouldn't get all melty, I'd keep the rest in that beautiful jar of Andy's.

( Grr Arrgh, finals. )

And now I'm off to shower, so I'll smell nice for the last Japanese class.

So, yeah. Confession time.

I think you should all know something. I hate each and every one of you, with every fiber of my being. If I could, I would sneak into your homes and rape and pillage and burn things. Especially burning, because fire is pretty. I would destroy everything that is precious to you. Especially your Animorphs books. Which reminds me, don't any of you people have lives? I mean, when I was getting to know you all, I kept thinking "There's no way these people can really be so obsessed with kids books, and video games, and comics, and celebrities and all the LAME STUPID, STUPID, STUPID SHIT? Is there? Oh god, is there?" (And why are so many of them gay?)

I wanted to believe it was just a clever, geekish facade. That perhaps you were all coming off a little strong in your various obsessions, just so unbelievably glad to find people with common interests. (Though why you'd be interested in this shit, I have no idea.) But no, my short interweb life has taught me one thing: You are all fat, stinky, pimply idiots who live in your mother's basements, jacking off to cartoons and children's literature.

At first, I was going to keep you all on my friends list out of morbid amusement. I knew it was wrong to laugh at such sad sacks of humanflesh, yet, your pathetic little lives made me chuckle after my long days of making love to sweaty, attractive young men. In various positions at various hours of the day, I might add. Possibly for cash, but I'm not supposed to mention that legally. ANYWAY.

I am leaving the internet forever.

BECAUSE I'M MAD AS HELL AND I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I CAN'T STAND READING ABOUT YOUR "SQUEE" AND YOUR "MEMES" AND YOUR GODAWFUL FANFICS. BY THE WAY, WHO THE FUCK WRITES FANFIC? I STOLE ALL MINE FROM THIS SAILORSUN CHICK. SHE WAS AWESOME. ANYWAY, I'M DONE. DONE, DO YOU HEAR ME, DONE?

Sorry if I've hurt your feelings by saying this, but I just couldn't hold it in anymore. You see, I'm dying of cancer.

Love,
The Nix

PS: I fucking hate Marco/Ax.

I almost Aristocrats'd you all, but I pussied out halfway through writing it.

me-sense: honest
music: Barenaked Ladies - A

When will you be at Hastings?

I really, really need to know. Because I really, really need to take a shower first.

ETA: Nevermind, I got your note on Xanga.

me-sense:  cold
music: The Seatbelts - Tank!

Finished my first semester of college.

Celebrated by buying Astonishing X-Men Vol: 1 and mind-numbingly delicious Amaretto/peppermint Pocky knockoffs.

Then I slept for two days.

Spent Wednesday with Kate and Christina, where we walked around the malls and were odd. It was a lot of fun, really nice seeing people I haven't seen in forever. Even nicer getting out of the freaking house. XD I also ran into Ithica (the One-Act kid who had a thing for fire?) too, which was surprising! Oh, and I bought baby sis Final Fantasy X-2 for X-Mas. Dad's getting her a PS2, and she wanted a girly game, so I got the girliest game I have ever seen. I think she'll have a lot of fun with it, but I'm a little worried about how she might take the costumes (take a gander, if you haven't seen them). Fanservice much? But oh well, it's not like it's that different from what she sees on TV anyway. I figure the positive effects of playing a bunch of girls out to save the world negates the damage done by having them barely dressed. I hope. I also recommended Dad get her Kingdom Hearts, because a) I couldn't afford it and b) she'll love it. Why, no, I'm not trying to get my sister to follow in my footsteps and become an RPG junkie, why do you ask?

Other than that? Um, I slept. Did a lot of that. I think I'll be spending tonight writing fanfics, though. Talking at with lizzypaulabout her Marco/Ax ship_manifestoessay has really gotten me in the mood to write things. Besides, I'm getting pretty close to pushing my deadline for those 30_kissesLoren/Elfangor stories...

me-sense:  happy
music: The Black Mages - Fight With Seymour

Why, I suddenly find myself employed at a newspaper. I wonder how that happened.

Or in other words: OMG OMG OMG I'M WORKING FOR THE NEWSPAPER!

Going to get killed by work in the meantime, though. I'll have to finish all my assignments before I head out to Austin next week, which reminds me: OMG OMG OMG THANKSGIVING WITH MY BABY SIS AND DAD'S FAMILY!
I'm a little sad that, thanks to my work shecdule, I might not be able to go see GoF with my mom and aunt, but that aside, I'm pretty freaking stoked.

And speaking of freaking, I need the new Runaways right freaking now, please. Nothing's better than a Molly issue. (Is Molly going to run into Alex's gang? I hope so. It'd be wonderfully ironic, considering that she clued in that "Chamber" wasn't really British...)

Oh, and yes, I did go visit all my posse younger friends at the high school last week, which was nice. Kind of scary how little changed, but it was nice all the same, and I'm probably going to go see their musical too. Yay.

EDIT: A treat for the Buffy fans on my f-list: Tales of the Slayer comic scans, featuring Xander and Dracula, courtesy of scans_daily. In fact, while I'm at it, it wouldn't be a bad idea to check their archive for Runaways scans, if you're interested.

Well, life continues, in that not-very-exciting way it's been doing as of late.

All my younger posse has begun their next year of high schoolin', and I hope it's good year. I'm thinking of dropping by the old prison to say hello and check things out -- I want to see the new paper for sure once it comes out -- but I'm not sure when I will do this. Possibly next week.

Also, Robert had his big seventeenth birthday bash. I opted to not use my new Legal Adult Powers to buy him porn and cigarettes, though considering it's Rob, he'd have been thrilled with me. Instead, we -- by which I mean me, him, and Andy -- played DDR and Mortal Kombat all night. For record, cripples can't play DDR. At least not well. This just makes me more determined to buy myself Karaoke Revolution as a 19th birthday present, though. Because that I can do, and I like to.

But, if I do buy it, there will be no renditions of "Like a Virgin". By anyone. (Goddamnit, Robert, why did you have to REMIND me?)

I also learned that you can't help but love Robert and Andy. God bless weird gay midget men who are like brothers to me. Younger, perverted, screwed up brothers.

Onto other topics -- I'm starting to get that familiar longing. A longing for kickass new clothes. I for one blame it on the unholy thing known as "back-to-school shopping", which has just left me hardwired to buy random crap, such as clothing, spiral notebooks and, pens at this time of year.
I also blame it on this great place: The $15 Dollar Store. Where you can buy designer shirts, skirts, dresses, and etc for 15 dollars, plus shipping and tax. My lust for some of the shirts, in particular, knows no bounds. (Like this one, this one, and this one). Seriously, this site is to me what BPAL is to some on my flist. Except I haven't bought anything from it yet.

However. I already own lots of clothes, if you ask me. All right, I own a lot of shirts. I don't own so many pants. I need to buy pants. At this point, I'm just abusing the word pants because it is funny. However, I have a solution to the problem of lots of shirts + desire for more shirts =/= practical.
Canyon has a Goodwill. So, along with my plan to incade Canyon High, I have a vague idea of what I'm doing next week: invade high school, give clothes to Goodwill, and look for a new job.

Perhaps then I will have updates that are cooler than this one. Or maybe not.

PS: I did beat FFX about two days ago. I'll do a babbling fannish post on it, but not tonight. I don't feel like it.

PPS: America the Book and Stella are love. But for totally different reasons.

I think the Great Emo is dying.

It's not like life magically fixed itself or anything, but things are looking up. I'm going to get my acceptance letter from Amarillo College, so that headache's done with, and I'm back in contact with my friends. As far as that's concerned, I have learned one lesson, and it this: Georgia, your friends SUCK at keeping in touch, so if you want to be with them you have to do all the hard work.

Also, I'm eating a fudgicle. It's hard to be emo when you have chocolate ice cream in your mouth. Unless there's been a breakup, then you can be as emo as you like.

To continue the list of good things -- I finally got FF7! Christina, this is the one they're doing the movie about, and the one I said was really hard to find. Well, yesterday, it was found. There was rejoicing. I literally leapt in the air...which, in hindsight, is kind of embarassing. But so what?

Roni (girlieross) and I are also having our first sleepover, which is exciting times a million. Well, not that kind of exciting, as neither of us are into the wimmins. However, it will still be fun like no fun has ever funned. At least this time there won't be a lot of girls making out, unlike a lot slumber parties I've attended. Ahem.

Before I depart, I will toss an awesome link to the winds: A Softer World.

It's a webcomic, but not the kind you might be used to. Instead, it's just photos and words. There's no plot or anything, but the strips themselves are wonderful -- one minute they're funny, another they're very deep, and sometimes they're just confusing. To give you an example, I'll post one of my favorites:

( Click, for great justice! Or the funny. )

It's like my life...but in a montage!

Or, a small summary of fun and/or sweet moments I've had in the past few days.

First, a girl I know from Anime Club said on her Xanga that I was easy to talk to. That made me feel warm, fuzzy, and special.

Second, I watched Mulan with Mom the other day. Some amusing exchanges occured.

"There's some things I know they're bound to notice!" shouts the Eddie Murphy dragon (Mushu) as all the men start running to the pond where Mulan (a woman, hiding her identity, in case you haven't seen the flick) is.

And without a second's pause, I respond with "Depends on how flat she is."

Third, in the middle of the movie, Mom turns to me and whispers "B.D. Wong (doing a voice in the flick, pic of him here) is SO HOT."
"I KNOW," I say. "I know."

We drool for about three minutes.

Then we remember he's gay, and we are sad.

Fourth. "Oh yeah, I hate not being a lesbian," is a funny thing to say when it's said to the guy who's often made me wish I was a lesbian.

Fifth, my neighbor/boss is making a habit out of making me and mom dinners. I'm kind of taken aback by it, I admit, but it's sweet.

Now, onto the not-so-happy (or funny) stuff.

My Great Grandmother, on my Dad's side, is about to pass away. I don't know her well, since we only met once, but I feel sad about it. Sad she's dying at all, of course, but mostly sad for my Dad and Grandma. I hope it comes soon, though, because I don't want her to suffer. She's in the hospital right now because she broke her hip -- and her condition's just worsening, and beyond giving her blood transfusions, there's not really anything the doctors can do. So, good thoughts and/or prayers for my family would be appreciated.

Also, my Uncle (on my Mom's side) is acting very strangely. It's really starting to upset my Mom and my Aunt...and me too. I say he's probably just been having a few hard days at work and that kind of thing, but Mom is worried it might be something worse. I hope she's wrong. I really, really hope she's wrong. My uncle can kind of be a pain in the butt sometimes but I like the old grump a lot. I don't want to think about something bad happening to him.

Other than that? All my days will now be spent counting the days until HBP comes out.

You know, it says something not that great about me that I tend to view keeping in touch with people as kind of a job. That I do much worse than my actual job, at that.

But then I remember that the people I've been meaning to call (but keep getting too distracted by the 'net, books, video games, and aforementioned job by) haven't given me a peep, either. Then I feel less bad. It's not like I don't want to talk to people, I just really hate making an effort about it. That and I really really hate calling people. Almost more than I loathe crossing busy streets. Um, actually, that's a bad analogy because I don't go into panic attacks every time I call people. Never mind.

Still, I'll probably call after I finish bitching on the 'net about it.

Anyway, that aside, life has been going pretty good minus my crazy college drama (which I've ranted about on my Xanga). Like I mentioned, I got a job -- but it was just a lucky fluke. If I didn't happen to have a neighbor who needs someone to clean, I'd probably be begging for a job like trelali. (To her, sorry I didn't comment sooner, but I'm wishing you good luck on the job hunt!) I also finally got a word out of a friend I'd been trying to email for a while. I also think...can't say for certain yet, lest I jinx myself...I'm back to enjoying the Land of Singlehood. Crazy, ain't it?

Well, that's life at the moment. Have a good day and don't forget to tip your waitress.

Will post on seeing the new school with sarisia and her boy-toy tomorrow, and possibly the visit to Hastings I've got planned, but I want to listen to the DNC now.

Ack. Just meant to take a teensy-weensy nap and ended up sleeping about four hours longer than I meant to cause my room is really really hot and is just kind...I'm not sure what the word is...indusive to sleep. Argh.

Oh well, I gotta get back to writing.

And everybody? Go stalk my friend girlieross who just got her own LJ.

And read the latest 8-bit Theater for the Love of Bears. (Admittely, it's funnier if you read the one before it.)

(Also, I got the Buffy and Chris Rock DVDs I rented yesterday. Woohoo! Now, if only I could be done writing something good I can watch them. Mmm, DVDs...)

Another quick test snatch, this one taken from sarisia, who by the way I love and I am lending my support to. **huggles**



And now I'm going to answer all my comments and friends' journals before I tuck in for an early night -- hopefully, I'll get some decent sleep!

And just so you guys know, I plan to have the next chapter of Threads of Fate finished sometime this week, hopefully around Wednesday.

Minions? Go stalk phoenixfury.

(Whose LJ I apparently need to read more carefully.)

I called Christy's today. They weren't home. So, yeah, I'm going to wait and see if Christy or Monica calls me back.

And also, I need to call Andy tomorrow. I miss him, we haven't talked since school let out.

Yeah, that's pretty much all I had to say. Well, plus this little nugget of information I gathered while updating my collective: I have way too many websites. I really need to look into getting a new host for the fanlistings that'll support the fl-scripts I've found, because it's a pain in the neck to update them manually.

( About my sites... )

And that's all I have to say. Ta!

I've decided I have only one real regret about Prom.

We really should've done the whole Monty Python "coconuts" thing going in.

Oh well, we'll do it at this year's one.

(And on second thought -- I also should've stalked Trace with Roni. And stolen Trace's Amazing Pope/Prom King Hat.)